Charon Docks At Daylight Novels & Stories

Chapter 60 As the sun falls into the horizon, the people, or should I say the werewolves, of the town of Dusk and Dawn starts to gather at our place. Tonight the alpha’s madness will end. Tonight, everything will be more normal and free. No more threats and darkness. Only good, light, and life.

he added as the trio starts walking behind him. ___________ A loud thud woke Peterson up from his short nap, he jerks breaking a little sweat. He glanced at his wrist watch, it's some few minutes past Seven, the day is getting dark and he just had a bad feeling. The loud banging came again, someone was outside, either trying to get in the bus or to get his attention, for a moment, he thought about contacting Jack but he swept the idea off. He wore his face hat and pressed a red button, opening the door, taking a flashlight, he stepped out of the bus and shone the flashlight around. A shadow ran into the forest.

An obsidian stone is inside my seal, and the guards fall over themselves to let us inside once they know who I am. The wall is ridiculously tall, made of thick, reinforced steel. I crane my neck back, move my hair back to see it all. The portly guard pulls a lever, and a portion of it lowers. Clunky and groaning, the ice flys out, the gate forcing its way open. The gate lowers completely, warm water slowly trickles out, and the inside of Estate Eclipse is steaming. I grab onto Dante and he helps me past the blocks of ice until we cross the other side of the gate.

​The first ship to arrive wasn’t a freighter or a refugee hull from the Cenotaph. It was a needle-thin sliver of bone-white ceramic, drifting without engines, silent as a falling feather. It didn't dock; it simply adhered to the Ninth Peak’s obsidian skin like a parasite. Before Killian could even raise his spear, the air in the central ward grew unnervingly cold, and the smell of sterile lilies replaced the comforting scent of forge-soot.

Lucien screamed as he tumbled into the passenger seat just as a massive boulder smashed through the wooden platform we had been standing on a few seconds ago. I slammed the levers forward and the boat launched through the narrow cave mouth into the freezing darkness of the Mediterranean, and behind us the great fortress of San Marco finally slid into the sea with a terrible sound of tearing iron and exploding fuel tanks that lit up the entire horizon with a dull red glow.

He fired a single shot, ending it instantly. “You okay?” he asked, his eyes scanning me for injuries. I nodded, my voice caught in my throat. “Yeah. Thanks.” “Don’t stop. Keep moving,” he said, his hand brushing against my arm as he guided me forward. --- By the time we made it out of the warehouse, the sun was beginning to set, casting the sky in hues of orange and red. We were battered, bruised, but alive. Ethan’s team had managed to hold off the infected long enough for us to escape, but the close call left me shaken.

I carefully placed Eve within the reed piles and whispered, “Eve, wait here for me. I’ll go bring the boat over.” Eve nodded obediently. With the cart, it wasn’t long before I pulled the boat into the marsh. I helped Eve onto it, and then, as quietly as I could, I began rowing. Since it was just me, the boat moved slowly, but at least we were heading forward. Soon, we would be out of this terrible place. Eve’s eyes began to sparkle with hope for freedom. However, just then, the boat suddenly hit resistance and wouldn’t move any further.

I could feel the weight of the storm building—forces gathering at the edges of reality, ready to collide in a catastrophic clash. "Seraphina," Draven’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. He stood by the door to the war room, his expression grim. "They’re here." I took a deep breath, steeling myself. The final storm was gathering, and our allies had arrived for what would be our last stand. I followed him outside, where a vast assembly of supernatural beings stretched out before me. Wolves from every corner of the realm, werebears from distant lands, witches cloaked in shadows and light, and even a few ancient vampires stood among them. It was a sight to behold.

He leans over touching the fire to the body of the decapitated man, when there is a swoosh of power and light that jumps out of the body. Jackson manages to light the body on fire and jump back out of the way of the power. The bright power is hovering over the body reaching its tentacles out trying to reach someone. Almost as if it is seeking a portal … a vessel where it could land. “Jackson, step back. He is searching,” I yell as Jackson walks backwards away from the light cautiously keeping his eyes on its movement.

With one final thought of gratitude towards her aunt for her unwavering support, Aqua surrendered to the darkness, allowing its gentle embrace to carry her away from the tempest of her thoughts and into the peaceful realm of dreams. As Aqua's eyelids drooped with drowsiness, the rhythmic patter of rain against her window lulled her towards sleep. However, her rest was abruptly interrupted by the sound of rocks clattering against the glass. Startled, she sat up in bed, her heart pounding with apprehension. Peering through the darkness, she made out a figure standing outside her window. It was Damon, his expression etched with worry. Aqua's initial shock gave way to concern as she hurriedly ma